Chapter 371

• On Sierra's side, she walked through the quiet hallway of the penthouse, her heels clicking against polished marble. The air felt heavy, suffocating, maybe from the faint scent of the poison still lingering on her skin or maybe from the guilt she felt from almost killing Aron.
• In the privacy of the elevator, she allowed herself to close her eyes.
• She was never a weak woman, and she always thought everything was under her control, but today, she knew that things can change in a second.